But don't let me talk of misery now; time enough when it comes; ces demoiselles have gone to join the serried
ranks of their amiable predecessors.
With an angry lash of her tail she bared her yellow fangs, curling her great lips in a hideous snarl that wrinkled her bristling snout in serried
ridges and closed her wicked eyes to two narrow slits of rage and hatred.
The Russians stood in serried
ranks behind Semenovsk village and its knoll, and their guns boomed incessantly along their line and sent forth clouds of smoke.
In place of the grim ranks of serried
warriors were company after company of Kukuana girls, not over-dressed, so far as clothing went, but each crowned with a wreath of flowers, and holding a palm leaf in one hand and a white arum lily in the other.
"Ships" - and his keen glance, turning away from my face, ran along the vista of magnificent figure-heads that in the late seventies used to overhang in a serried
rank the muddy pavement by the side of the New South Dock - "ships are all right; it's the men in 'em.
Through the arches leading into the vast series of caverns that lay beyond the throne room of King Roquat could be seen ranks upon ranks of the invaders--thousands of Phanfasms, Growleywogs and Whimsies standing in serried
lines, while behind them were massed the thousands upon thousands of General Guph's own army of Nomes.
He walked with her to the station, passing through those streets whose serried
beauty never bewildered him and never fatigued.
The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter sky: a muster of northern lights reared their dim lances, close serried
, along the horizon.
All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air With Orient Colours waving: with them rose A Forrest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms Appear'd, and serried
Shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move In perfect PHALANX to the Dorian mood Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd To highth of noblest temper Hero's old Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds.
As when some mighty wave that thunders on the beach when the west wind has lashed it into fury--it has reared its head afar and now comes crashing down on the shore; it bows its arching crest high over the jagged rocks and spews its salt foam in all directions--even so did the serried
phalanxes of the Danaans march steadfastly to battle.